"When the All-Sense Creatures started dying in droves, we had our suspicions. We just didn't expect Mr. Lu to handle it so easily. It's astounding," Yu said, gazing at Lu Yin with deep admiration.
Ming Zhuo laughed. "Just look at whose junior brother he is! He's the second genius in the history of the Nine Heavens Universe to comprehend causality. Junior Brother, you've done great service this time. When we get back, let's see who dares say anything. So what if you're from the Heavenly Origin Universe? You can become a Divine Lord all the same."
Lu Yin had lost interest in becoming a Lower Supreme God. He gazed at the Mother Tree, his expression complicated and his heart heavy. He couldn't feel happy, even though they had dealt with the Transparent Moth and the expedition was over.
Was it because of this Mother Tree? It was conveying a sense of sorrow.
The Mother Tree of the Lan Universe had given him the same feeling: sorrow, and brokenness. Back then, he hadn't expected to experience such emotions. But even after he did, he still couldn't stop the Lan Universe from restarting.
He wasn't a saint. Compassion couldn't help him survive in the universe, and he couldn't turn against the Nine Heavens Universe for the sake of one universe's Mother Tree.
When the universe restarted, the Mother Tree would perish all the same.
Of course, if there was a chance to save it, he still wanted to try.
"Senior, can it still be saved?" Lu Yin asked.
Ming Zhuo shook his head. "No."
"Could we take it back to the Nine Heavens?"
Yu said, "It's withering."
Ming Zhuo sighed. "The more you learn about the universe, the more grateful you are to the Mother Tree. The Nine Heavens has destroyed more